After stroking himself to ejaculation, Brandon wiped the semen from his stomach using a sock that he had previously worn. And, though he felt guilty for masturbating to the idea and knowledge of Paula being speared by the black man's tool, Brandon had regained a certain sense of composure. Additionally, he was now relatively sober and could think in a sensib...
Brittney and Shikha have been best friends since they were in middle school together. It was only natural that when they both moved away to the same college that they become roommates. This got a bit awkward between them at first as they learned to live with each other and learned some new things about each other. But they quickly learned to live together in...
WARNING: This is a FANTASY story. It may contain themes of consensual non-consent, slavery, dominance/submission, and/or extreme pain. Please do not try any of this at home. Do not try ANY fantasy with ANYONE unless you've discussed it in detail with them beforehand. Informed consent is fucking mandatory. ***** I have the best job in the world. Usually, a...
Continued from part 1, right in the middle of a sex club... I was relieved when my wife grinned. Then I was a bit concerned as it turned into an evil grin. "Wow Phil" my wife said to me. "I knew you had a dirty mind, but I didn't know you had THIS in you!" Amy, my wife's little sister, leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, then looked at Tara, "I'm s...
*Wakefulness is a race we cannot not win; Sleep is remorseless as all salvation should be* (Once more, to Frontma for coming through for me) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) I woke up to every heterosexual teenage boy's second favorite dr...
After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. So I guess Human Recourses had me figured out correctly. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and w...
(c) Dean Askin writing as Aden Kains Part one – Requiem For an instant Morgan feared he had forgotten the small blue velvet-covered box. It had rested atop the bureau for almost two whole years, waiting, needing to be dusted regularly. Then he felt it bulging in the pocket of his tailored St. George slacks and his mind refocused on Faithe, within reach ac...
The Day of the Ceremony is Finally Here Part 7 As I drove home from work, I could not stop thinking about how our lives as slave and slut had escalated so quickly. What felt like days ago, I was a powerful executive about to obtain my new and even more respected position, but instead I was driving home soaked in my colleagues urine as the new office demoral...
*You can live without freedom the same way you can live without light, happiness, or music* (Frontma does me a favor yet again, thank you) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) Jill didn't know what to make of our prompt appearance Sunday mor...
A crowded lobby stood in front of Joshua as he began to drag the suitcases towards the elevators. Luckily two of the cases had small wheels on them, which made it a lot easier. Though the laughter he got from the women he passed made the whole matter a lot more humiliating. Joshua could hardly fathom how this had all happened. Just a few days ago he had go...